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Woooeee, what a stinky little boy I have here, said Papa. He lifted my weak feeble legs with ease using the front of my diaper to wipe off as much of my messy poop form my bum as he could. I moaned into my pacifier as he wiped down the smelly mess from between my cheeks. Papa looked so cocksure of himself. He didnt even flinch at a poopy diaper change, rather he welcomed it volunteering for them when Daddy wasnt up for it. I think reveled in the power contrast here. He enjoyed towering over me, completely in control, as I squirmed, gasped, and squealed at his touch. This was the best way to remind me of my status in the household and who and what I was to him. To Papa, I was just a sweet, innocent, vulnerable big baby. I was naked, dependent, chaste stinky baby and Papa relished in my embarrassment as I grew more reliant on his care in my baby life.

After a quick inspection, Papa then deftly rolled up the messy diaper putting it to the side before popping open the lid of the baby wipes he had brought out. Papa rubbed the cool lavender wipes over my peepee and shriveled ballsack causing me to involuntarily shiver.

It had been weeks since I had gotten off, and I felt so horny today.  I was dying for a release, I was dying for some sort of attention. It was so frustrating not being able to get off. Trapped in my diapers all day and night, only being touched like this during diaper changes or bath time. Even when I did get off it was always into my diapers. I couldnt even remember the last time I had been able to cum outside of my diapers and was starting to become dependent on them for all of my sexual pleasure. Every time I came in them, I was just further solidifying and cementing my need and my connection to them. I was literally becoming dependent on them for not only my emotional and physical needs, but my sexual needs as well. It felt mind-blowingly amazing cumming into my pampers late at night in my crib after being put to bed but at times like this it was scary seeing how far down the rabbit hole Ive gone.

I found myself thrusting ever so slowly and softly into the wipe. Perhaps, I thought, maybe even the slightest touch from Papa would leave me satisfied.

But nothing happened.

Papa just moved on ignoring me, continuing to wipe me down, making sure I was clean. He didnt care if I got off. To him I was just a baby. I didnt need to get hard and have sex. To him I just was an innocent, sensitive, and chaste boy who just loved his diapers and being treated like a baby. Besides my occasional tantrums or big boy talk as he liked to call it, I gave no indication I wasnt completely infatuated by my baby treatment. He hummed quietly to himself as he got out another wipe and began cleaning and wiping between my bum cheeks again. He was unaware of the mental torture I was going through as he cleaned me up.

I continued to suck my pacifier and glanced down at my peepee. It looked so silly, little, and cute resting gently on what was left of my balls. Im not sure what exactly happened. Maybe on a subconscious level, my body knew I wasnt partaking in any adult mature activity anymore. I was never that big to begin with but I was so completely sure that my peepee had shrunk since this treatment had started. It used to be at least three inches when soft, but now it looked closer to two. When it had gotten erect, I had just about reached an average five inches. It had never been that thick but I felt like it had at least been a normal length. Now always constricted to my pamper cumming sessions, Im not sure it would reach three and a half inches and certainly never felt as erect as it used to. I would get only slightly hard in my diapers and when came, well, it just sort of leaked out. My balls had seemed to shrink as well. Or at least they looked a lot smaller and held high and tight against my body and partially receded into my abdomen.

It also didnt help how hairless my peepee was. Papa and Daddy would routinely shave me from the neck down and then rub me down with a hair growth inhibitor. The hair around my crotch would grow slow and wispy and quickly shaved away before my peepee could show any maturity. I caught a quick glance of Papas crotch as he continued to wipe me down and inspect me. Even his soft dick was bigger than my biggest and most proud erections.

Papa he lifted my legs for one last wipe down. I felt so vulnerable in this position as he held my knees to my chest, giving him full view of my bum. A buzz of babyish feelings went through me in this moment as I cooed and squealed. I slobbered and drooled around my pacifier feeling so completely babyish as he took care of me, reveling in these feelings. I was completely at the whim and mercy of my two strong, confident, manly caretakers. These were feelings of regression that were impossible to shake. I would just get lost in my baby world and any shame I had would dissipate as I felt like a true and utter toddler.

I first felt these feelings not long after I moved into the guest bedroom, and started wearing diapers whenever I was home. I could wear boxer briefs and use the toilet at work but the minute I walked in the door I was to immediately go to my room, powder up, and get on one of my thick and fluffy diapers. Under Adams new rules the toilet was completely off limits when I was wearing at home and I was expected and encouraged to use my diapers. This was a fairly smooth transition and actually pretty enjoyable. There were times in the first few weeks I would start to second guess what I was doing but pushed through those thoughts and continued on. In fact it was so enjoyable that I proudly diapered up even when I didnt expect Adam to be home for several hours or until late at night. Partially because I wanted to and partially because of the fear of what he would say or do if he caught me without them on.

It had taken some getting used to actually using my diapers in front of him though. Wetting wasnt that big of issue especially small wettings when he didnt realize I was going. However he loved encouraging me when he realized I was flooding my diapers. It felt emasculating when he would tell me how proud he was of me wetting my diapers and continued to reassure me. Sometimes he would pull down my pants and tell me I should proudly show my diapers off.  

Show your diapers off baby! It must feel so good to wear your diapers and go peepee in your pants!

I would get so hard in my diaper as he forced me to walk around the kitchen in my warm, wonderful, wet diapers. Every step the wet diapers would caress my crotch and Id get so turned on by Adams encouraging remarks, feeling my penis rub against the soggy material. This led to sex a few times after our break up but more and more Adam would just turn around back to what he was doing telling me to run along now naughty boy. I would then quickly scurry off to my bedroom untape my diaper and start masturbating. God, being talked to that way and treated that way felt so good, so right, I loved being Daddys naughty boy going peepee in my diap&

Oaaah I would moan, climaxing quickly just seconds after taking my diapers off. I remember having a moment of clarity during these times, reflecting on what was happening, knowing I could and probably should stop. Maybe I didnt need to be Daddys diaper boy anymore. Maybe I wasnt a big baby after all. However these moments were short lived. I would hear Adam shuffle around outside my room and Id quickly run over and diaper up again. I was starting to feel terrified if Adam had ever caught me without my diapers on and what the consequences would be. I would quickly rejoin him after I finished pleasuring myself feeling so utterly sheepish walking back into the kitchen. Adam would take a quick glance at my new fresh diaper and grin. He knew what I just did and he liked how I was losing control to him.

Pooping was incredibly hard at first too. I would usually go off to my bedroom when I felt I had to go and clean up on my own. Then I could enjoy it and didnt have to bother Adam with the smell or clean up. Adam kept insisting that he didnt mind and I should feel comfortable going in front of him. He would tell me I was just a baby and it wasnt like anybody would be surprised if I messed my diaper. Adam said I should just go whenever and wherever like a real baby would.

Where do you think youre going mister? asked Adam one afternoon when I started to get up. He was sprawled out on the couch watching a football game. The power exchange was already very apparent at this point. Here he was in a t-shirt and basketball shorts watching a game while I was wearing a soggy Dry 24/7 and a Mario T-shirt looking at cartoons on my laptop.  

I uh&

Are you going to go do a poopoo in your room? he asked. I slowly nodded. My cheeks grew bright red and I felt so bashful. I was admitting I was about to go poopy in my pants in front of&god whoever Adam was to me now.

You dont need to hide when you go poopoo in your diapers, ok?

Ok, I said quietly, my voice slightly quivering, maybe an octave higher than usual.

Daddy doesnt mind, just use your diapers baby. I know its embarrassing but Daddy will clean you up when youre done ok?

Ok Daddy, I said wincing at my voice again. I sounded like such a big baby and really felt like one too. Daddys voice felt so warm and nice. He really wanted me to do this and I wanted to please him. At the same time it felt so taboo and I was hesitant to go. This was going to be a big step. I kept taking deep breaths standing awkwardly nearby trying to relax. Adam would occasional look at me and then back at the tv. I took another deep breath and started to push. Oh god, what was I doing. Why did I feel the need to do this? Why was this my new normal? Was I somehow trying to in some way impress my ex-boyfriend? Show him that I really was a big baby and this was a way to prove it? I fantasized about this moment, pooping in my diapers for Adam. I remember countless times masturbating, thinking all of these wonderful thoughts on what it would feel like with him watching me, what he would look like and think of me as I ultimately surrendered to his will. Id get off thinking of losing all control and messing my pants proving once and for all that he was superior. A real man would never imagine himself pooping in his diapers for his daddy. Only a baby would, a baby like me who would rush home to get his diapers on and want to please his daddy by degrading himself this way.

It all felt so incredible and so good as I squatted and slowly starting to push. I stuck out my big diapered bottom and put my hands on my thighs doing a big poopy for Daddy. I could feel it spread out into the seat of my diaper hitting the back and starting to curl down between my legs. I farted as more poopy started to rush out feeling it spread against my cheeks. More and more thick poopy packed into my pants weighing it down, spreading into every area it could. My diaper grew heavier with each passing second as I continue to push the load into my waiting diaper. Suddenly my bladder gave in and I found myself wetting the front of my diaper as well. I closed my eyes rubbing the warm bulk of the diaper. My thighs squeezing together and my mouth dropped open. Nothing was better than this. An uncontrollable high pitched moan escaped my mouth causing me to break out of my stupor and glance over at Adam.

His face was a mixture of surprise and amusement but also someone who now knew they had overwhelming control and power over me. He had kept me in diapers for a full month and I was complying with each and everything he said. At this point Adam knew that I was willing to do just about anything if it involved diapers and my utter embarrassing devotion to them and being a baby.

I stayed squatted there in silence, my face felt hot and flushed. I had never felt so completely embarrassed in my entire life. Did I really just do that? What just happened? Was there any turning back from this point on? I felt so utterly ridiculous and was starting to choke up and get emotional.

Im&Im sorry& I choked out. I started to cry.

Adam slowly over and embraced me. I suddenly felt even more self-conscious knowing he could probably smell the stinky poop in my diaper as he rubbed my back.

This was too much, I know, I continued to cry.

No no, its ok, he softly whispered to me, You should be so proud of yourself, you finally did a poopoo in front of your Daddy. I know how hard that was.

But Daddy&

Sh, its ok. I know how difficult that was. Its tough being a baby, going peepee and poopy with other people around. With me around. Being around someone who would never dream of doing the things you do, someone who would never dare put on a diaper.  I bet its pretty embarrassing to admit how much youre enjoying all of this. I bet you cant wait to come home from work and put on a diaper. Then once you get home and have one on you cant wet them fast enough. Im sure you day dream at work thinking of all the ways Im going to tease you when you get home, said Daddy. I rested my head on his shoulder and he started to rock me back and forth.

There there, I know you still keep hiding how much of a baby you are and I want you to stop. I want you to be proud that youre a complete and utter baby. You already look so silly and ridiculous in your diapers you know? Thick white diapers, covering up your little dick. Its so cute watching you scamper off to your bedroom after you get so turned on by my teasing. Hearing that crinkle and rustling of your diapers as you pleasure yourself like a naughty boy. Oh I know baby. I know what youre doing. You are truly and completely a diaper boy. Late at night, watching Barney in your bedroom? Who does that? Oh I know only a big baby like you and now look at you, crying on your Daddys shoulder with a huge poopy in your pants as I continue to talk down to you. I bet you are so turned on right now.

Daddy reached down and slowly began rubbing the front of my diaper. I moaned feeling his big heavy hand rub me through my thick soggy padding. I started breathing heavily.

Thats it baby, thats it, he said quietly. I noticed there was a husky quality to his voice as I pushed into his hand, What a naughty, stinky, boy I have. Going poopoo in his diapers for daddy.

I let out another moan and closed my eyes once. I rocked and thrusted into his hand feeling the heavy poopoo spread around in the back of my diaper. The leg gatherers sticking ever so slightly to my thighs feeling my tiny peepee press into its soggy confines.

Come on baby, cum for daddy.

Ooooh! I moaned. I held on to Daddys shoulders for support feeling myself squirt uncontrollably into my messy diaper, Oh god! Daddy! I squealed bucking my hips forward rubbing my diaper furiously into his hand.

I collapsed onto him, hugging Adam, as he rubbed my back. There was a sense of tranquility as we stood there for a second. For the first time in a month I wasnt trying to figure out our new relationship. I was a peace, feeling my place, feeling acceptance.

I love you Daddy, I whispered.

I know baby, I know, said Adam, Who knew you were so quick to cum from a poopy diaper huh?

A wave of embarrassment hit me as Adam started to tease me and the glow of my orgasm started to wear off, Seriously, how many seconds was that? We could have saved so much time when we were together if we had just come to this conclusion months ago. Just think of all of those long endless hands jobs I gave you. Sometimes I thought, is he ever going to get off? When all you needed to do was make a poopy in a diaper. Dude you really are a baby through and through, no real man would ever get off this way and definitely not this quickly. I dont want why you were trying to fool yourself you just got to be you.

Adam lifted my head so I met his gaze, And that is a baby who obviously loves his diapers!

My stomach churned feeling a huge wave of embarrassment as Adam reminded me what I knew was true. It was so easy for me to get excited and get off wearing diapers. Within seconds I found myself turned on and excited and immediately able to get off.

That was never the case with just old fashioned sex and now here I was months and months later and even the touch of a man did nothing. I needed my babyish padding  to feel anything.

Papa gently brought my legs back down and tossed the last of the used wipes into my dirty diaper before taping it up. He gathered up the box of wipes and baby powder and threw my used diaper away in the trash before making his way to the couch.

Come on over pipsqueak, said Papa. He sat down and patted his knee. He was being so calm and quiet it scared me. He didnt let on to what he was thinking at all. He remained stoic as he looked down at me naked on the floor.

Come on now sunshine, we need to talk about what you did, he said. I stood up and slowly made my way over to him. I somehow still felt so incredibly little and sissyish as I got closer. Here I was standing over him yet he did such a good job making me feel small and helpless. I sucked on my pacifier harder as I slowly sat my naked bum bum down on his knee. Papa placed one hand on my lower back and slowly rubbed my smooth hairless thigh with the other one.

Now, can you explain to me what happened before I got home? Papa asked calmly. He reached up and pulled my pacifier out of my mouth. He snickered as it popped out as dribble rushed down my chin. I immediately felt vulnerable, wanting it back, feeling empty and insecure without it.

I uh& I looked down once again noticing the contrast in our appearance. I sat naked with my tiny, soft, little hairless peepee on the lap of a fully clothed dominant and assertive man.

What did you call your Daddy? he asked a little more sternly this time. He rubbed my thigh trying to persuade me to talk.

I called Daddy& I started.

Speak up silly, Papa cant hear you, he interjected.

I swallowed, why was this so hard admitting this? Why did I give Papa so much control over me? He was just a man&like me&I was just another man&wasnt I? But a man wouldnt put himself in this position. He would never let this happen to him. He wouldnt be excited about the thick pink diaper he was about to get on and his Barney episode marathon he was going to watch tonight with his favorite blankie.

I&. called Daddy by the wrong name, I called him&.. Adam, I said with all the courage of a toddler.

And why did you do that? asked Papa nodding. Now he was looking off and thinking.

I dont know&I was just so embarrassed& I started blabbering and whining and then suddenly felt like I was on the verge of tears. I felt a bubble in my throat and was starting to get upset. Before I knew it, all of my frustration started to come out.

&and Im tired of being treated like a baby! I just wanted a break&. I was getting more worked up and heated, Its just so unfair! Papa, going to bed early, always using a diaper&.drinking from bottles all the time&its so embarrassing and exhausting&. and you guys just come and go as you please! Whenever&whenever I go anywhere its always with you guys and we need to get my diaper bag ready and we have to work it around my nap time&my nap time! Plus all I get to watch are baby shows &and I eat baby food&.Im just tired of it all Papa. I was choking as I raised my voice, You and Daddy look like you have so much fun all the time getting to do whatever you want and I want that.

I took a deep breath surprised I had just blurted all of that out. My face felt flushed and tears were steaming down my face. I didnt realize I was so upset, where did that come from? I had so much to say and I was so envious of Papa and Daddy and their freedom.

Papa looked at me in the eyes, Are you done throwing your tantrum?

I felt completed deflated, What?!

Youre having a full blown temper tantrum and youre trying to tell me what? You arent a baby?

I burst out crying feeling more hot tears stream down my face. How could I ever win? Here I was telling him my concerns and I was only proving I needed this treatment more than ever.

Youre in hysterics over what? Watching Sesame Street or sitting in your car seat in the back of the car? Isnt that silly? Plus you love all of that. You told me. You said it feels so good.

But&but& I felt defeated. My anger was nothing but a minor annoyance to him. I was just a baby having a fit. Sure it was probably irritating to Papa but it was nothing more than a little temper tantrum. Something he could laugh off later tonight with Daddy in bed while I was passed out wetting my diapers in my sleep.

No buts big guy. Im tired of this happening every other month. Daddy and I give you everything you could possibly want and yet sometimes you act like its still not enough. Plus I dont believe you. I really dont. Remember when I when I moved in? You were so shy the first few times I met you but when I finally moved in and suggested getting you a real crib and making your room a real nursery you practically flooded your diapers?

Papa rubbed my back as I remembered when Adam first started dating again. Adam started treating me very differently after I came in my poopy diaper for him. I think in that moment he realized the old me was gone and the new baby me was here to stay. I believe in that moment he finished mourning our old relationship and was ready to move on. He insisted that I should call him Daddy more and more and even suggested I should start wearing my diapers out of the house all the time. He did it in such a slow and clever way too. He wanted me to be comfortable and realize wearing my diapers were no big deal so he suggested t